June 20, 2013
Space Date.

Date Me:

Social networks 
are depressing yearbooks of temporary friendships. 
Drunk party armies of hook ups I knew hardly 
Or beautiful thumbnails of relationships I never started 
with all the pretty faces. 
Like headed on a J date with Christian Mingle 
awkward like duck face eating Pringles.
Jumping through hoops to meet a girl with bengals 
sporting pumps, lip liner, and trendsetting three C sections 
fear of rejection headed in the complete other direction
I want to take you out for pizza and forty-ounces 
dressing extra sharp 
styling denim jacket plus frilly blouse
bring my stripper girlfriend to dinner
at my friends’ families’ house.